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#16--Doors (doorways, door frames), red
She paid no attention to the lights that flashed their sequences, the ones that hadn't burned or shorted out. The helmet curtailed her peripheral vision, and as she passed, they ceased to exist anyway. The sound of her breath was all she could hear. The lights flashed silently. But the hatch hissed as its pneumatics worked, sluggishly, to lever it up. Instruments in her suit sampled, formulated, calculated. If she mixed suit air with the local, she might acclimate easier than gulping a full lungful when her oxygen ran out. Outside, her new horizon, under a red sky.
She paid no attention to the lights that flashed their sequences, the ones that hadn't burned or shorted out. The helmet curtailed her peripheral vision, and as she passed, they ceased to exist anyway. The sound of her breath was all she could hear. The lights flashed silently. But the hatch hissed as its pneumatics worked, sluggishly, to lever it up. Instruments in her suit sampled, formulated, calculated. If she mixed suit air with the local, she might acclimate easier than gulping a full lungful when her oxygen ran out. Outside, her new horizon, under a red sky.